A thankfull slave
Umm...I wanted to try something new, so I made this storie. I've been realy busy lately, and finaly got some down time. I'll get back to my storie series soon, but like I said before, I wanted to try something new...So here it is!
Don't read it if your underage in your area (18/21), You're probley gonna read it anyway, but I have to say it anyway (It's not my fault if you get caught!)
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*sob*, The small otter cried in the corner of the tired old cage.He saw his face in the rusty bronze bars, and pouted, realizeing how pathetic he looked.He was Arlen,son to none, and like all anthros he was a slave to humans.It was not the life he had chose, or wanted.He felt a tear gently glide down his cheek, it was heavy from holding his pain in its salty waters; Soon the no fur (human) would come to his cage, he would yank the cub out by the scruff of his neck, the boy would be helpless in the mans arms. The no furr would set him in the middle of a too familier room, the room that haunted his dreams, and ruled his life. The man would call to a crowd and say, "ladies,and gentleman,boys,and girls..." Then when his speech was done the cub would feel seering hot pain, as the leather whip dug into the flesh on his back. He would yelp and protest, but this would only be met with another whipping.The pain was motivation enough for him go, the humans had a sick game, they would throw cups, food, chairs...whatever they could at the cub while he ran around the room.Then when the crowd became bored, or he was unconcios, they would move to another act,throwing arlen back into his cage.
He sobbed letting all the pain drain out of his eyes, and onto his lap.The cool liquid saturated his thighs, pulling him from his thoughts. He wanted to escape, to run from the humans.He wished some one could help him, but only the stars watched him. You must imagine that he gave a startled jump when he heard the voice of someone behind him. The voice spoke to him, and told him he was diffrent,but he didn't have to feel that way.The voice comforted him, and gave him a choice, he could stay here with the humans, or come with it to meet others.Then he turned his body to it, seeing a mare towering above his cage. She looked into the cubs soft spoken eyes, now lit with passion. She knew, it was easy for him to make his discission.
I sat in a red chair, sipping a mocha loca (or what ever it was called) and reading this weeks newspaper. The headline read,'Furrs, Spotted in Dalaga city', It had already caught my attention yes, for one because furrs were to be hunted and destroyed, and second because I myself am a furr.
If you have not already guessed I was the cub, trapped in that hell hole. That was many years ago though, before Mrs.Mara rescued me and other furrs.I should probley tell you more about myself. I'm an otter , I have white furr, with black on the tips of my ears, and on my under arms.I have short green hair on my head, It matches my eye's. My under belly is a silver, maybe with a faint hint of blue, and it stretches from the tip of my tail to my nipples.I work for an organization called rogue, we save the furry world, blah blah.
But the intresting storie is why we save the furry world.
The year was 2022, almost a hundred years ago. A virus had plagued man kind, It changed our thier body's in strange ways, changeing thier figures. Scientists couldn't make a cure for it, the world had to watch in silent shock, as many grew hair, tails.Some, the lucky ones, turned into a furr, others whom fate did not smile on, died.Not all were affected by the virus though, only around 40% of humans changed, 10% died, and the rest were human.Plants were affected too, they dried, and turned to dust.
Man's cruelty knew no bounds, the furrs were soon seen as creatures of the wild, no longer the child who used to be your best friend, or that guy from down the street.Man put furrs in cages, they were beaten, starved, and would be so helpless they prayed to die.Now Rogue attempts to free all the furries, we are few, and scatterd, but we can find a way.Time grows ever shorter,and are new leader orders us to attack goverment officials;everyday thies humans grow stronger with greed, eager to challenge us. lucky for me, I thought my life would be boreing.
Arlend looked down to the palm of his hand, a small silver ring rest on a finger.It gave a weak shine in the suns light, the silver had a dull tint,but the ring gave him a cloak; his form would appear to be human as long as he wore it. In human form arlend was an Asian, a male but very feminine.He had bleached white hair with black tipped high lights, and opaque brown eyes.Tight leather pants fitted around his thighs, and his chest was bare.
Around him people passed by, no one could see what, or who he truely was.He sat at a small coffee shop, it was a humble little place in england.Lately though, it was a hot spot, the goverment wished to herd its people into larger cities, to 'protect' them from furr's. He sighed and stood up,he pushed in the chair, leaving the newspaper and coffee behind.
A half block later,arlend stood where he had parked a motorcycle.The thick leather stood out, letting the smooth chrome mingle in the sun light. He reached a hand into one of the sattle bags, and touched the cold metal, his revolver was still hidden deep withen the bag. This was good, he mounted the bike, and positioned himself as best he could.He reved the engine, letting a plume of black smoke leak out the exaust pipe,and hit the kick stand.It would take him the rest of the day to ride the hidden highways, and forgotten roads.It gave him time to ponder over the next mission while he drove.
A few members of Rogue were to sneak into a govenors house that night, and burn it to the ground (with him in it). It would ease some tension on the furry comunity, maybe giving them enough time to find a concentration camp.
One day, all furries would be free, no one would have to suffer like he did, never again. If that goal took a mans house looking like the dust swept plains he drove by, then so be it.
LATER THAT NIGHT. Rogue soldiers dropped over the court yard wall, not makeing more of a sound than a drop of rain would.The govenor was an important person, but not a very intellegant one,he only kept gaurds outside of the wall.With no gaurds on the inside the assassins easily traversed in the courtyard. They all carried cans off smelly gasoline, and a lighter. While the others poured thier gasolie across the house walls, he could take a look inside.Arlend opened the front door, letting it quitley swing open.
He edged through the front door, standing in the kitchen, too his left was a fridge, nothing of value was in the room. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, as he slowley opend a door leading to another room.He saw an oak table, with white leather furniture.Arlend crept in, assuming no one was inside.His heart jumped as he heard a soft rustle, he looked down, a black fox layed on the floor. He jumped to help it, "thank god!' the boy had a heart beat, he had just passed out. The man picked up the frail body from the ground, and the fox spoke in a weak voice "no please...not again",letting a bit of milk slip out his lips. His head craned backwards in an attemp to rebel, then he realized, he still looked human. Arlend removed the little silver ring, letting his otter form free. Arlend whisperd to him, "Its alright, I'm a friend" and stood up, still holding his body in his arms "soon you'll be safe, soon you'll be free"
We were half a mile away from the house when we saw the smoke stretch into the night sky.It almost made me giddie to think of the victory we just had.The otter looked at the boy, still clutched in my arms,and thought 'my team had been suprised when I found the furr back at the house, they knew, we all knew what it was like to be a servant'.He set set his muzzle down to the fox's ear, letting him feel his warm breath, "you are safe now my little furr, rest easy in my arms". The boy smiled in his sleep, the touch of my breath gave him gentle dreams.In an hours time they reached thier bikes, the slick black leather almost invisible in the night. He set the fox down in the front seat, supporting him between his chest and the handle bars.
Dawn had risin over the lands, and thoughts of sleep tugged at the end of everyones mind. They were no longer on any roads, but sifting through simi-desert dunes. Here it was safe to be in his otter form, no one could see him. This played to his advantage, the boy would need a friendly face when he woke.
"Identify" a voice said over the motorcycles radio.
"This is Convoy 149, please shut down weapons at south end of the gates, I repeat south gate"
"This is Avien 2 zero zero, Please give identification number"
"roger" He locked his ring into a small round hole, and turned it like a key. "100174"
"south gate is awaiting your arrival, welcome back arlend"
They road through south gate's entrance, past crowds of anthros and many tents.He parked his bike in front of a stall, busy with customers, he felt he needed to see what it sold.He wiggled his way to the front of the crowd.He blushed, It was a sex toy stall. Instinctivley furrs were sexual biengs, but arlen had no mate.He picked up some bondage cuffs, and a few other toys then went back to his bike, he could try thies when he found a mate.The fox had been awakend by the crowd, he was clinging to the bike.
"I see your awake, please come with me so that we may talk"
He blushed "yes...talk,where are we?"
"follow, and all will be revealed" The otter said, turning and walked down the dirt road.
He turned his head to make sure the fox still followed.He did, it was crule to tease him like he was a dog following its master. He stopped, the boy looked confused, he stopped too.
*chuckles* "c'mon" the otter threw his head sideways jesturing for him to come forward.
The fox blushed, and looked at his feet as he walked forward. He never looked arlend in the eye's, and when asked his name the boy merely said he was a servent meant to serve humans.
They came apon a purple tent, Arlend lifted the flap, letting light into the dark room.
"please enter" he told the fox.
He did as asked and walked in the room. Arlen sat on the bed and stared at the fox, he was very strange. He stood in the middle of the room, still not looking him in the eye's.Arlen put his paw on to a space of the bed next to him, and pat it saying
"Come, sit over hear, next to me." The boy complied, sitting in the exact place arlens hand had been.
He rapped his arm around the boy,he felt him jerk"hey...its alright, im not a human, your safe here" the boy finaly looked up into the otters eye's "I won't do anything you don't want me to...you are free"
The boy had a soft voice "I...am free?...but who will care for me, I am only 12"
Arlend looked at the pubesent muzzle that was still forming "I will watch over you-if you like...my name is arlend, If you like you could also call me your big brother, or anything else"
"brother...?" he ponderd over the concept of giving arlen the title "I can make my own choice..."
"thats right" he laughed "dont worry, I had the same problem when I made my first free choice"
He stood up, back turned to the otter "I...I...Brother?" he said sounding ready to cry.Arlend looked at the small figure as it spoke "may I thank you?"
"Sure" arlen said closing his eye's and smiling "It was no big deal I..." UUUHH he groand.The boy had reached his paw in arlends pants and gently began strokeing his sheath. The experienced paw rubbed it so gently, soothing every inch of his hardening cock. He felt betrayed by his body as his red member crawled from its sheath, it was wrong, and so right. He pulled down arlends pants.The little fox pulled his lips aound the tip, teasing it with his tonge, arlen couldent help but let out short groans. He tickled the otter's jewls, teazing the fuzzy orbs. Arlens cock had grown to its full seven and a half inches, and in one quick motion the fox was taking the whole piece in his mouth.He set a pace, bobbing his head back and forth.Arlens cock throbbed in his throat, he was reaching climax.He gave soft moans, snd grabbed the feminine boys tight ass, softly squeezing.
The fox pulled his muzzle off, leaving arlen panting, most of all wanting. "I-I was a sex slave" he blushed "with my first act as a free fox, I want to thank you...in the best way possible" he gave a big grin, strings of precum stretched across his teeth "Lay on your back, and close your eyes"
He had no wish to disobey the experienced fox, he did as asked.The little fox slowley licked from the bottom of arlens sack to the tip, suckling the pre.It made arlens body tingle with pleasure, feeling the foxes hot breath on his testicles.The fox stretched laying on the otters soft chest, he smiled, then suckled on arlens nipple, biteing it gently.
"what...OOHHH...What are you do...OHOO...do-doing?"
"Thanking you..." he said still nibbling.
He went back down, now licking his lips. He gave a short tug on the otter's cock before taking it in his maw. The fox pushed it down his throat, letting the muscles massage the length;His thick fox tonge lapped at the the base, he shot precum that filled his maw; the sweet,salty ooze coating his muzzle.He pulled off slowley, then rammed it back in his mouth.He did this several times, setting pace. The fox pushed the knot in his mouth, and pushing the otter meat deeper into his stomach. Arlen grabbed the boys head fur and bucked in his face, hitting his testicles on the fox's chin.Arlends body coulden't take the pleasure anymore, hot spooge filled the fox's bellie as he shook from his orgasm. For minutes ropes of stickie cum shot into the boy, he never moved, letting arlend fill him. When the boy was full arlend pulled out, and the boy smiled.
"MMM, I was hungry..."
"yo..you w-were hu..hungry" arlend panted, beads of sweat trickled down his cheek.
He blushed "let me thank you...again" he purred, swishing his tail.
They both smiled, today they were free, today would be a day of pleasure; And arlend had found his mate, a wonderful fox, who would always bring him pleasure.Who knew what would happen to them tomorro, what dangers lay ahead of them, they would live in the moment, together.